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Warbone is all but a distant memory to Stark. The male's name will always be known, the Keep had been his castle but he had abandoned it and whatever ideals he'd left behind were long gone. Stark didn't believe in being so alone, of building some internal empire and expecting his wolves not to be proud of it. Not to want to make it their own properly. To do that meant to step from the past proudly, appreciate it for what it was, and look to the future and truly embrace it. 

"The only other pack around here I am aware of is Larksong," Stark admitted after a moment, ears curving towards Thuringwethil as if he might catch the slightest hitch of her breath or shift of her heartbeat. For now, Stark doesn't really offer his opinions either way, at least not at the start. If asked he'd have no problems telling her so - it wasn't as if there was some information there that Stark protected. Expect, of course, for Tambourine. But he didn't need to open up that far.